Recession is a mother fucker. Went to a meeting while the financial executive rubbed our backs and gently pushed the hair out of our eyes with this statement, “This is the longest recession since WWII. Hold on, things will get better soon.” In the same week I got the news that there is no Party Budget including Christmas.
I am pretty bummed about this because I know alot of people are going to gripe about the good ole days of steak dinners and prizes etc. It just means we have to get “creative” which means cheap. Hello Little Caesars, do you have Christmas tree shaped pizza at $5 a pop. Least, I have a job. Let me say that again, TG that I have a job! I like working. Working is good.
Dear Santa,
WTF?
Love,
Marci Bones
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Yeah, I have taken too many tasks at work. Who do I think I am freakin’ super woman.
I thought it was time to delegate some of the stupid shit like, cake purchasing, etc.
Today I have a pretty bad headache. I want nothing to do with work reminders at this point. My teeth ache.
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Hey there Sugar Tits,
I found out about this new fad that has parents all in an uproar. I guess it was all over the news a few months back while I was working 40 and going to school 2 weekdays and a Saturday. Life is okay right now. I have got the rent paid. I have all my limbs and appendages. I will have my very first paid vacation in a week. All growns up for 34. I am a late bloomer in the work force. Associates Degree in hand and 1 year at the big company, not so bad. I dream of beach houses and sushi nights at my beck and call. I dream of air conditioning and a dishwasher, all stainless steel appliances. I dream of flea free pets and a maid. I dream of my spouse shaving. I dream of a nicer body and not getting old. I dream of white teeth and being able to go carte blanche at the dentist.
No it is not Sookie in a white tank top sans bra. It’s this here bubble gum.
I don’t remember this as a youth. But I did favor the candy cigarettes. Those were the best.
I listened to Sherlock Holmes on CD today while I drove to work. I entered hundreds of documents into a giant spread sheet of doom. I stared at the fishtank and wished for a Beach House with 3 bedrooms, a dishwasher, and room for a dog and 2 cats. I filled that the time killer get to know you form that goes around emails. I watched the fish some more and cleaned my desk. I left work and headed straight to the urgent care because my hmo provider will not give me an appointment in a timely manner so I am forced to sit with the sick masses for 3 hours to take care of business. I told the lady at the doctors’s office that I was ballooning into an unrecognizable version of myself and that she better damn well change my medication.
Here’s a funny from good ole’ Natalee DEE
